There is a specific word for the melancholy of Istanbul. The city is suffering a mighty bout of something like hüzün at the moment.
More than two million people have fled the civil war in Syria. Many of them are desperate to get into Europe – but no country wants them.
We notice you have ad blocking software enabled. Support the New Statesman’s quality, independent journalism by contributing now — and this message will disappear for the next 30 days.
If we cannot support the site on advertising revenue, we will have to introduce a pay wall — meaning fewer readers will have access to our incisive analysis, comprehensive culture coverage and groundbreaking long reads.